willies sideways review of the event in Timonium last year with Patchez
We went to church beforehand,to fortify before the debauchery of unknown elixirs ahead.

His co-pilot joined us. (Others in our party are wary of their own personal ID stuff blah blahh)

What a marvelous hotel for our pass-out time!

Red Lying is the best.

*...Hey, willies, that's not it. Turn around...*

Ohhh. Still, damn good.

We stowed our gear and ventured to the venue. A curious-looking man greeted us for we are VIP. he mentioned "Beware of the portapotties. One will lose you"
I had no idea about that, but Patches understands code-talking. You'll see in a bit.

Look away. No one should ever watch another man eat anything from a stick, nor a banana.

Then there was the drinking. Hell yes. Let the games begin new!

My new favorite is indeed, Booker's 107. But this one was a true highlight. My goodness.

We were brightening, making our own sunshine and lightening, while others could not participate in the festivities. Hey, make that cash. Be happy about spreading enjoyment to the world in your contribution. One day, you will be mighty.

The interesting man at the start had spoke in code to Patchez, and now he revealed the meaning and intention to me.

We would have to descend a toilet well to find Nirvana (the place, not the band)

So we did.

It was like a wardrobe, and there was a large man beyond who made certain that we were VIP.

He requested that I not take his image. He even had sunglasses and an earpiece. Still unsure if he actually worked there or was simply obliterated and enjoyed to hanging out in portapotties.

We knew that we were in the right place when some very happy folks greeted us with actual smiles.
Even if they weren't taking secret sips of the high end stuff, they certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves, and our company.

Patches secure the sitting area for us. Good man.

It was pretty damn cool to be there.

Of course, why be there without engaging with other drunkard explorers? These men were from another location. They mentioned a pond, and indeed, they were dressed like amphibians.

We each said a toast. One of the toasts made them misty eyed. You see, one of them had gone overboard since the last time they had met.

Someone goofed about and got them to drink even more heavily.

I was time to go and hang out with the plebs again, so we evacuated the bowels to return to the normal plane.